Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

The weather started to get cold without realizing it, and some little wizards were getting ready to go home for Christmas.

Sisley and the other four were having a small meeting in Myrtle's bathroom.

"I didn't expect, Hermione, you are such a genius, you succeeded in one try!" Ron said in surprise as he looked at the potion that had been brewed in the crucible.

"It's a piece of cake. Now let's allocate the tasks. Who are you going to play? I think it's best for Goyle and Crabbe." Hermione said with her head held high.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Harry asked.

Sisley and Hermione both looked at each other quietly and shook their heads simultaneously.

"Okay, it seems we have to do one more thing." Harry said excitedly.

"A vote?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Kidnap Crabbe and Goyle, and you can guard them both," Harry said.

"No, this is high-concentration water of life and death, use this." Sisley said and threw the water of life and death to Harry.

"Oh! Be careful, don't break it." Harry quickly caught it and said.

"One pot in half an hour, you really don't need to be careful." Sisley said with a smile.

"Then let's go." Ron waved his hands towards Sisley and said.

"Well, wait for the good news." Sisley nodded.

After watching Harrow and the two leave, Hermione looked at the serious Sisley and sighed: "You can really bear it and don't even laugh?"

"I'm more of a professional. I generally don't laugh unless I can't help it," Sisley said.

"Well...not to mention this, you really impress me now. That Lockhart hasn't turned into a stone statue yet, and his temper has improved." Hermione smiled.

"Well...just waiting for an opportunity..." Sisley murmured.

"what?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Are you going to the library later?" Hermione asked again.

"No, I have been looking for various secret rooms in Hogwarts these past few days. You can go there yourself." Sisley waved to Hermione and returned to Gryffindor Tower.

After walking into the dormitory, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and the next moment he suddenly appeared in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

This is not accurate. It should be said that Sisley once again entered the body of the basilisk, then looked at the various broken pipes around him, selected one of the unbroken ones and got into it.

After about two hours of touching, Sisley emerged from the pipe, wrapped his body around the pipe, and strangled the weathered and brittle pipe with force, making it look like it had been broken.

"Two hours...it's time to go back..." Sisley sighed, but only a hissing sound could be heard.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the dark lounge...no one was there.

Sisley waved his hand, lit the candles in the dormitory, and then walked out of the dormitory.

During the Christmas holidays, there were not many little wizards in the lounge, only a few here and there. Sisley found Hermione and the others easily.

"How's it going? Did you find any clues?" Sisley asked in a low voice after approaching.

"No, the heir is not Malfoy..." Ron said with a somewhat depressed expression.

"Hmm...could it be someone else? Other Slytherins?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and then asked in a pretentious manner.

"There is no useful information in the lounge. Maybe the heir has gone back to celebrate the festival?"

"Maybe..." Hermione said with a listless yawn.

"Why have you been so low-energy these days? The dark circles under your eyes are getting heavier and heavier." Harry noticed that Hermione had been low-energy during this period and asked.

"I don't know... maybe I'm a little too tired from refining potions these days. I almost fall asleep in bed every night." Hermione said with another yawn.

"Hmm... Indeed, your hair is a little dry now." Sisley said, touching Hermione's hair.

"Now all the little wizards!!! Assemble in the auditorium!!!" At this time, Percy suddenly rushed in and shouted.

Soon, with a familiar recipe and a familiar taste, the four Sisleys followed the small team to the auditorium.

Dumbledore saw that everyone had arrived and waved his hand. A water mirror appeared, from which emerged Justin Finch-Fletchley, a young wizard from Hufflepuff who had turned into a stone statue.

"Oh my god...another victim..." Ron muttered.

"Mr. Finlay was turned into stone about an hour ago and has been sent to the school infirmary for treatment. Now I need to make sure that the rest of you are still alive." Dumbledore said with lowered eyes.

"Professor! Hogwarts has suffered three consecutive victims under your wise leadership!" Draco Malfoy said at this time, raising his hands high.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just a reminder, Headmaster."

"Thank you so much." Dumbledore nodded kindly.

At this time, Hermione quietly held Sisley's hand, and Sisley tilted his head when he saw this.

"Is this what you said...looking for the secret room?" Hermione asked with a trembling voice.

"I did go to find the secret room. Who knew he happened to be in that secret room? I met him face to face as soon as I came out." Sisley said a little irritably.

"What are you muttering about?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Sisley straightened up and said, shaking his head.

At this time, Dumbledore was still answering the pointed questions raised by Slytherin, and Sisley looked at him in a daze.

Only then did he really understand that these inbred purebloods from Slytherin might not be very smart.

Things have already happened, the little wizard has been petrified, and the fire cannot be contained by paper. Sooner or later, Dumbledore will be attacked by public opinion from all levels.

And this group of Slytherins were stupid enough to ridicule Dumbledore in front of everyone. No matter what others said against Dumbledore, Dumbledore's power could not be radiated.

And those Slytherins are still in school, and they are just poking the principal's lungs, and if you don't give them small shoes, who will wear small shoes?

Sisley was still wondering why Gryffindor was ten points higher than Slytherin last school year. Such a heart-wrenching score allowed Slytherin to win.

Now it seems that the ten points obtained last semester were not heartbreaking. Dumbledore is such a saint. If Siasley was the headmaster, would any Slytherin dare to give him eye drops so blatantly... ..

Filch is ecstatic! ! !

Punishment Room.......activated!